Prolouge

"Is that the symbol of the Old Republic?" Padmé asks, I nod with a smile.

"These people have no idea the treasure they hold among them." Padmé drags her hand along the metal, our fingers cross one another on the wheel. I look up to meet her gaze, she smiles at me.

"You're right, I'm sure it was once beautiful." A tingle of heat prickles on my cheeks, and I am grateful for Qui-Gon's voice calling across the sand.